I like to collect old photographs. I want to write a story for each of them.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Mrs Rain, self and two boys on the farm

It had been a difficult year. The drought had destroyed most of the crops and they had to sack some of the farmhands. But some still stayed. Thomas and Jay had been there for nearly 6 years now and they didn't seem set to leave any time soon. It had been difficult for Sally but Tom and Jay had become like sons to her. She cared for them better than she cared for her daughter, but, to be fair, she had only ever wanted a son.

They all knew they wouldn't last till the end of the year. It was April, and no one was sure they could harvest before the money ran out. But still they stayed. Together. As a family.